passionatepoems
Wednesday, 27 July 2011
One sets as the next rises.
I like it; it is new, young and different.
It is not equal to ones expelled though.
Yet it has come new, young and different.
So I love it and forget those I have adored.
Heroines thus leave the stage one by one.
16.03.2006
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